This is a song about "Spare"

Rhyming in my spare time, resting on a sunday,

As you sit and pray, hoping the beatings'll go away

So i look for a little bit of gold, while tryin to spare my own soul,

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Spare no expenses i'm a smart spender like a sams card

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

When i'm making words, call 'em spare lines.

Not good enough for heaven, spare me "amen",

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Im wastin punchlines but i got so many to spare i just thought of another one that might go here

Either take the 22 or you can spare your bitch,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

Sit your ass down in the chair, spare you life for a couple more seconds,